She's got the fire and the fight of the gyspy
11-27-2013, 01:14 AM
She could hear her brothers movements as he rose. A small smile tugged at her lips as he exited his den, stretching his massive frame. His wounds had begun to heal nicely, but one thing that would never heal would be his now milky eyes. They were once pools of ice, now scarred over, leaving her dear brother in darkness. It appeared that he had begun to adjust, his senses retraining themselves to compensate for the loss of sight. She would step forward, speaking as she moved, alerting her brother to her proximity. "Good morning sleepy head." She would lightly tease her brother as she softly bumped her nose to his shoulder. To her it was not early in the morning, but she hadn't slept much, her nights often restless and brief before she up again. But she guessed it was rather early in the morning. If so, her brother didn't complain, a half smile tugging at his dark lips. "Would my brother be so kind as to tell his wonderful sister who is this special woman is?" A playful grin would tug at creamy lips, though she knew he would hear it in her voice rather than see it. She was curious about her brothers secretive life, as his sister she was allowed to be nosy. She was trying to be cheery before asking harder questions. Talk like this |
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